HMG is not paying out good coin for some farfetched theory to be disproved. We will return to the British Museum and get straight answers to several s...raight questions I aim to pitch at Messrs Player, Lee-Joshin and Crudwright.”We left Boodles within minutes, hailed a hackney carriage, and returned to the museum. The three academics were still huddled about the map on the table in Player’s office.“I have questions, gentlemen,” I said. “Which one of you is going to answer them?”“You need first. It was obviously a special place, possibly even sacred, but they weren’t sure what it represented.As they walked from the shuttle to their ground transportation they could see Monque and Atewa Space Fleet ships across the ramp. Besides the fleet ships there were several small cargo shuttles with Atewa and Monque insignias.Cathan’s Clan was pleased by the expressions on the faces of their guests. The lack of questions surprised them, but perhaps having their mental hands slapped made them. Each class had ten to twenty five boys in it. In some of the classes the boys took multiple turns. But at lunchtime the gag was removed and several of the boys took turns feeding her and giving her water. Neither the teacher nor the boys wanted her to go hungry or thirsty.After lunch the real punishment, for her at least, began. Unknown to her all of his classes had been combined so that all of them could be in his room after lunch. The chair was reconfigured so that she was now laying on her. "He's got there," Diane said. "Number 31. Agnes's flat. Directly opposite."Agnes's flat. Agnes's flat six feet across the landing. Agnes's flat that must overlook the approach to the block."Right," I said."Come here, monkey brain, put your head up my skirt and lick my pussy and taste your arse and we'll explain it all to you."Agnes dismounted, found the key to the handcuffs and freed me. I pulled Diane's skirt down almost to her knees, then put my head up there and tasted her - and me. She.